thirst

circled by night breezes
stirring thick heated chants
of katydids and crickets
telling and retelling cycles in grasshopper rasps
of summer already shortening

but my skin does not believe in winter yet
when heat lightning is a tease
that does not bring rain
only longing for it
with each flicker
across clear skies
rivaling starlight for a moment

my bones are twigs snapping
my hair braided grass
everything I am

stretching deep for water

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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23 Responses to thirst

  1. Claudia says:

    my bones are twigs snapping
    my hair braided grass…oh i like that much…summer over here has not yet started really…way too cool and wet so far…so i’m kinda desperate when i think how much of it is already over..

    • thanks so much Claudia. We don’t get droughts usually in the Northeastern US, but we are drying and baking… Know what you mean about cool, wet summers–we usually have our share of those!

  2. nelle says:

    For a cooling shower right now… even in my blurry eyed sleepiness, your words make me smile.

  3. Very dimensional in its imagery~ a joy to read!

  4. Rhonda says:

    Finally the rains have come. The humidity has left. Our cool northern climate has returned for a spell. Oh, thank God. Hope you get relief in both. 😉

  5. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    “stretching deep for water.”

    I love that verse.

  6. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    Out this way we’re in a similar predicament: almost no rain and lots of heat.

    I keep wondering if something is disappearing. . . the summer came so early this year and the three previous seasons seemed so small that I fear that I am either going to remain thirsty or have to alter my thirst.

    • So very well said, Jeremy. Who would expect that, north as we are, and so close to the Great Lakes? Of course, global warming is a myth created by radical environmentalist scientists (better stop there). My sympathies to the center of NA, really. Apparently, all of our rain is in Europe, and they would be glad to send it here, if they could.

  7. So passionately intertwined with nature

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